The bishop's weapon split into a whip shape and lashed out, and the Red Guardian's spear swept in an arc to block it. The whip wrapped around the spearhead, and the two began a struggle.
Clang!
The bone spikes reassembled into a blade shape. The bishop swept his blade horizontally, and the Red Guardian missed a beat in his movement because he was still affected by the aftershock of the previous blow. He could only use the shaft of his spear to defend, but the bishop immediately separated the blade into a whip shape again and wrapped it around the spear shaft. The second struggle began.
The bishop threw a punch at the Red Guardian's face. It was so strong that the suppressed air exploded like a bomb. The Red Guardian, despite being punched like that, held on tightly to his spear. He rotated the spear shaft and thrust it toward the bishop's leg, but the bishop simply reassembled the whip into a blade shape and blocked it.
"How is it, Red? Isn't this weapon great?"
The bishop sneered. The Red Guardian didn't say anything and thrust his spear diagonally. The bishop swung his blade to block it.
The spear thrust and the blade parried for dozens of rounds. The bishop jumped back. The Red Guardian, whose speed was close to the speed of sound, was right in front of him.
Boom!
A loud collision between two hard objects occurred. The bishop crossed his arms and used his blade to block a full-force spear thrust. The Red Guardian jumped back, still holding his spear.
Although he had blocked the spear, its force was stronger than he had imagined.
He shook his wrist, as if to show how numb his hand was from the blow.
The Red Guardian didn't respond. He thrust his spear, creating afterimages, as if dozens of spears were hitting the bishop at once. The bishop used his blade to block, being pushed back repeatedly, and was finally pushed back 10 meters.
Modified humans, whether they were Blue Warriors or Red Guardians, used close-combat weapons. One reason was that close combat could fully utilize the advantages of a modified human. The second was that the materials used to create their weapons and armored suits were too precious. Making them into ammunition wasn't sustainable.
Most modified humans were equipped with guns, but their main purpose was for support.
The Red Guardian wasn't using his gun because his opponent was truly too strong. Using a gun would not only be unhelpful but would also slow down his movements.
"Tch, it's really not easy to defeat another modified human."
"You! How could you betray humanity!!! And join those cursed creatures!! A traitor like you... doesn't deserve this privilege!"
The Red Guardian spoke, his voice filled with rage. The bishop just sneered, his voice filled with sarcasm.
"I did betray humanity, but what's wrong with just wanting to live? And about the privilege... haha, turning us into short-lived demons. Is that a privilege?"
The Red Guardian wanted to charge and attack again, but the blade in the bishop's hand had already separated into a whip shape, turning into a twisted line and lashing out.
Clang!
The Red Guardian blocked it and was surprised to feel the weight of what was just a lash. But this was not the time to be distracted. The bishop's next wave of attacks had already arrived.
The sharp sound of weapons clashing was constant. The Red Guardian was gradually being pushed back. The bishop, on the other hand, was still at ease.
The spear in his hand was knocked away. The whip reassembled into a blade shape. The bishop intended to use this opportunity to slash the Red Guardian, but several small black objects appeared and flew through the air. The blade changed direction and shattered these small objects. An electromagnetic explosion occurred. It turned out that the dozen or so small objects that were thrown were paralyzing bombs. They stacked on top of each other, creating an electromagnetic field around the bishop.
The bishop was surprised and looked to his left. Over there, all the people he had sent out had been defeated. The old woman from the Supreme Council was still alive, and the culprit was a person in a full black armored suit, with eyes that shone with a cold blue light.
"Another big shot! Man in black, I didn't think you'd come to this party! I've been wanting to meet you ever since you captured Toriel."
"But... you chose the wrong opponent."
Noid was feeling extremely uncomfortable.
The reason was that the person in the grotesque doom carapace over there was locking onto him. Even at a distance of 50 meters, he felt like he was standing next to the mouth of a ferocious beast.
Was this the level of a modified human?
Noid had seen a modified human, specifically Sasha, in action, and he had also checked her stats. But only when he was facing one did he truly feel how strong a modified human was.
Bishop of the Doom Cult, Modified Human (Perfectly Modified) stat 3.5.
Reward points for the target have been changed. 300 accumulated points (Bishop of the Doom Cult) + 200 accumulated points (Modified Human) + 70 accumulated points (Perfectly Modified Fanatic).
Total accumulated points: 570.
Noid was dumbfounded. What kind of monster was this! It was the first time Noid had seen a reward change, and what was "perfectly modified"?
"The opponent has a complex identity, forcing the system to change the reward. 'Perfectly modified' is not an official unit but is based on the subject of modification, and does not have a specific quantitative value," the system explained.
The paralyzing electromagnetic field pressed down, but the bishop moved as usual. He even used the same familiar, mocking voice he had used with the Red Guardian.
"This is it? Man in black, you're underestimating me a little too much. Also, don't let your guard down when you're fighting."
He lashed out with the bone whip, dispersing the electromagnetic field. The bishop became a black dot in Noid's vision. A translucent crystal energy shield appeared in front of him, along with a sound like shattering glass.
The low-grade energy shield was completely shattered in less than half a second. The bishop was surprised, revealing an opening. The Red Guardian behind him had already picked up his spear and thrust it like a lightning bolt toward the bishop's back.
He managed to block it with his arm but lost his momentum to attack. The Red Guardian's spear thrusts became even more intense. At the same time, he yelled at Noid.
"Run! Take the council member and run!! I'll hold him off!!!"
The red armored suit on the Red Guardian's body began to emit smoke. The empty lines all over the armored suit were filled with a golden material. The Red Guardian's aura reached its peak, exploding like a volcanic eruption.
"But... but what about you?"
Noid shouted. He had never met this person before, but this man's will and determination touched him. The burning feeling of battlelust spread throughout his body. He wanted to fight alongside this man to defeat that terrifying monster.
"Don't worry about me. I... am beyond saving. As long as you protect the council member... that's enough."
The man in the red armored suit said this, facing the bishop. The choice to trust the man in black in front of him was perhaps a result of having no other options, or perhaps it was because he recognized that he and the man in black shared the same determination.
Noid nodded and ran without another word. He wanted to fight, but he was too weak, too weak compared to the monster in front of him. Fulfilling this warrior's last wish was the greatest respect he could show him.
"Tch, I hate people like you. A bunch of saints, who can't even take care of themselves but want to take care of others. Do you really think you're great for doing that?"
"A traitor like you doesn't understand, and can't understand. We may die a meaningless death, but at least we will die for what we believe in. Even if I go to hell, I will have no regrets!"
The Red Guardian roared. The golden material glowed intensely, and the spear in his hand was also covered by the golden material, with the spearhead turning gold. The Red Guardian's entire body turned into a red and gold blur, shooting straight toward the bishop like an arrow.